[color=f7941d]“Alright, the city has not fallen yet…!”[/color] Chalsea said to herself as she noticed the arrows raining down from the walls. She was leading one of the groups of her army as the other one did the circle on the other side. The momentum of their warhorses just carried them though the sea of orcs. Using it and her long reach, with each swing of her axe, she’d take down two or even three orcs.

 Then then noticed the mountain troll and just about as she was to divert people to deal with it, noticed a lone figure charging through to the beast.[color=f7941d]” Alright men, lessen the pressure on those walls!”[/color] She shouted as her group suddenly redirected into a route closer to the battle lines between the defenders and the orcs, effectively buying enough time to the defending army to regroup and reinforce their shield line. After that they continued their charge as planned until they reached the other side and regrouped with the other part of her army. 

 Orcs had huge numbers, but with enough pure force, it was possible to cut right through them. It was the great benefit of a cavalry over orcs, especially when you catch them before they can make spearlines to stop the charge. Once they were back in full force, they charged clockwise around the city. This is what her warband excelled at, fast devastating warfare. Once they get inside the enemy lines, they would tear it up. The momentum of her cavalry was trampled everything in front of her and she knew full well how to use that. 

[color=f7941d] “Vice captain, you lead the rest of the charge!”[/color] She ordered, as she received a confirmation from her substitute who took lead of the charge and she suddenly redirected her horse in another direction, stamping and cleaving orcs on her way. She noticed something she didn’t expect to see here. An orc shaman, those magic users of sorts usually served as tribal chiefs or wisemen, rarely to leave orc territories. This one seemed to have been surrounded by a rather strong looking group of orcs.[color=f7941d]” Guess I found one of the commanders of this sorry lot…”[/color]She stated as she swung her axe, cleaving 4 orcs in front of her in two.

 The guards of the shaman noticed her and all came to face her. With a eardrum shattering shout she jumped from her horse. The armored creature right away started wreaking havoc on it’s own with the normal orcs as it’s master faced the bigger orcs.

 They carried full plate armor, big tower shields and sturdy looking swords. They faced her as a wall to block her charge and did so quite effectively actually. Her mighty swing was stopped in the wall of shields. The impact caused a strong screeching sounds from the place where her battle axe was rubbing into the steel shields. Still while stopped the strike was not negated. The shields were dented, and the orcs pushed backwards.  By that moment a swarm of normal orcs were already around her and she dealt with them the only way she knew how. She switched stance, swinging her sword, cleaving half of them apart and using the momentum to jump of the other half. She then drop kicked an orc under her and smashed another’s head with the side of her axe. Afterwards she swung once more at the guards of the shaman who appeared to be casting a spell of some kind. This time she redirected her swing and instead of the side of the shield she targeted down at the ground where the orc’s legs were. With the huge momentum he couldn’t keep the shield steady and it pushed it to the side, cleaving into his leg. With him down, she dashed forward, striking at another of the guards, cutting of his head, before she followed that swing at the shaman. 

 Another deafening impact occurred as her mighty axe stopped in some kind of energy wall. The shaman was shouting things in the orcish language, but before he could finish his next spell, he suddenly found he couldn’t talk anymore. A strong arm was gripping his throat, cutting of all air supply.[color=f7941d]” Too bad… this ring allows my left arm to pass right through almost all magic barriers!”[/color] She shouted as a purple ring suddenly was shining on her left index finger. She then raised the shaman with one hand and bringing him down onto the steel armor of one of his guards, smashing the back of his skull onto the jagged edges of the orc’s armor. 

 With the troll gone, one of the commanders taken care of the orc lines quickly fell apart along with their moral. The creature army quickly started a retreat and lost countless under the arrows of the city defenders. In the meantime, Chalsea’s army returned to her along with her horse who was now covered in scratches, but the mount had probably more kills than half her warriors at this point.

 [color=f7941d]“Vala, Sala, did you put a tracing spell on the orcs?”[/color] The blond woman asked, wiping off orc blood from her face. She knew something was amiss with this whole region. Orcs had gotten out of control to a degree greater than anytime before. Thus the time she returned to the steppes after her mercenary company finished it’s last contract to the north.

 “Yes, Chalsea. We did!” The two younger girls replied in unison and walked on both sides of her.

 [color=f7941d]“Good, we will soon find out from where those guys came…”[/color] The warband leader said and slowly led her people to the gates of the city. There still was much to be done. Checking up on the city, maybe buying supplies in preparation to venture out again and then there was of course the matter about getting paid.

 [color=f7941d]“Pleasure to meet you Queen Adalia. I’ve heard many stories of your strength and it’s refreshing to know they weren’t exaggerated.”[/color] Chalsea stated as the queen introduced herself and took her hand.[color=f7941d]” My name is Chalsea, I’m the leader of the Black Ravens Mecernaries.”[/color] She then introduced herself and her people.[color=f7941d]” We’d love to enjoy some civilized hospitality for a change. We’ve been on the move for days, rushing to arrive in time.”[/color] Chalsea explained and gave a gesture with her left hand. At the sight of it, all her troops suddenly relaxed. Her giving them that signal, meant battle was over.

 [color=f7941d]“Also I’d love a bath… I hate the smell of orc blood almost as much as I hate orcs themselves.”[/color] She stated, the glowing paint still in effect across her skin. Then she turned to her vice captain.[color=f7941d]” Alright, you know the drill. I don’t want to hear about any troubles on our side! Also send out the scouts once more! I want to be sure there are no orc reinforcements within half a day ride distance from the city!”[/color] She said and a few lightly dressed men and women on unarmored horses scattered, quickly speeding off into the distance.

 [color=f7941d]“So what were you saying about a bath?” [/color]She asked, wanting to get out of the orc giblets stench.